Стихи и рассказы из категории celia

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Drink to me, only, with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kisse but in the cup, And Ile not look for wine
The thirst, that from the soule doth rise, Doth aske a drink divine:
But might I of Jove's Nectar sup, I wou...
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Celia, we know, is sixty-five,
Yet Celia's face is seventeen;
Thus winter in her breast must live,
While summer in her face is seen
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Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine
The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change fo...
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Know,
Celia, since thou art so proud,'Twas I that gave thee thy renown
Thou hadst in the forgotten
Of common beauties lived
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Come my Celia, let us prove,
While wee may, the sports of love;
Time will not be ours, for'ever:
He, at length, our good will fever
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